The son of Nanlin's sword head? No wonder the sword technique is so sharp! I didn't expect that the owner of Xiejiazhuang had left such a person in the village. It seems that this mission is probably more difficult than planned!

Looking at the red sword in Duan Lang's hand, directly turning into a blood-colored huge wave, sweeping towards him, Shi Wu Zun couldn't help but think about anything else. He directly put his palms together, and then waved it suddenly, and used his unique skills, Tathagata's magic palm!

According to legend, in order to save all living beings and eliminate disasters, the Buddha passed on a set of peerless martial arts with mortals, and began to shine in the hands of Shi Wuzun!

Buddha moves mountains and rivers!

With one palm, it seemed as if the mountains and rivers were turbulent!

What a good hand!

Shi Wu Zun's palm madness, and Duan Lang's sword in his hand was not bad either.

The Thirteen Deadly Swords, the family-born swordsman Yan Shisan's sword technique in the ancient dragon world. This sword technique, as its name suggests, is all born for death!

Every sword is a killer move, and every move is to take human life!

Kill the god and destroy the Buddha!

Under this huge wave of blood transformed from the Fire Sword in Duan Lang's hand, it seems that even gods and Buddhas will sway!

The palm is wild and wild, with the power of vastness!

The sword is like a soul-catching and robbing the soul, like a life-seeking impermanence!

The intersecting swords and palms made all viewers lose their minds and directly caused a wave of air!

"Good sword!" Shi Wuzun, who was bounced away for several steps and finally stabilized his body, glanced at the sword wound on his palm, and the internal energy that invaded his body was like a scorching sun. He couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him with a serious expression and praised: "It's worthy of being the son of Nanlin's sword head! However, you don't seem to be using the Sun Eclipse Sword Technique passed down by your family!"

"Is there any sword technique important?" Duan Lang, who was also bounced away and stabilized his body, said coldly: "If you can kill someone, just be fine."

"It makes sense," Shi Wuzun squinted and nodded, "But why I have never heard of your name? In your identity, your martial arts should not be unknown."

"This seems to have nothing to do with you!" Duan Lang said in a bad face. He was obviously inspired by Shi Wu Zun to have a humiliating time in the World Association, so he said in a cold voice: "You should consider how you die at my hands now!"

"I'm really confident," Shi Wuzun chuckled, "But for young people, it's a good thing to be confident, but it's not good to be confident enough to see the situation clearly!"

"What? Do you think you can win?" Duan Lang said coldly.

"Of course," Shi Wuzun said in a solemn voice: "I am the guardian martial master of Wushuang City! I can't think of a possibility of losing!"

After saying that, Shi Wu Zun, who had luckily pushed Duan Lang into his body, made a move again, and his pair of fleshy palms turned into afterimages, and then all the afterimages were returned to one palm!

A palm was slapped out, as if the world had lost its face, and there was only one palm in the world!

Buddha's light shines everywhere!

The most powerful palm among the Tathagata's magic palm that Shi Wuzun can use!

"Is this your support?" Duan Lang waved his sword coldly and said in a cold voice: "Then you are dead!"

The sword burst out a faint light. Although this faint light looked inconspicuous, no one could help but feel turbulent when they saw it at first sight!

There is no way, because in the eyes of the person who saw it, this faint light was no longer a sword, nor a light, but death!

There is nothing else in all the eyes when you see it, only death!

Fifteen Deadly Swords! The sword that even the stunning swordsman Yan Shisan could not control was uncontrollable, bloomed in Duanlang's hand and officially appeared in the magnificent world of Fengyun!

How could there be such a fierce and fierce sword technique?

This is the only thought in Shi Wuzun’s mind now, and the last thought!

If Shi Wuzun's martial arts cultivation is a little higher, he may be able to break the skill and forcibly escape from Duan Lang's fifteen swords.

But I'm sorry, he didn't. Don't look at Duanlang's young age, but he has a family background, and his qualifications are not inferior to those of the sons of the plane in this plane, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun. He works hard and never wastes any time.

Therefore, although he and Shi Wuzun are quite different in age, their martial arts cultivation is not very different. In addition, he uses the Fire Lin Sword among the top batch of magic weapons in the entire Fengyun World, which makes it even more distant.

So the ending of Shi Wuzun was actually destined when he stepped into Xiejiazhuang. Death was his only destination.

The Huolin Sword was pulled from Shi Wuzun's throat, and Duan Lang looked at the sword in his hand with a palpitation, because at the moment of his first meeting, it seemed that even he himself was going to be pulled into hell.

These fifteen death-taking swords are indeed magic swords!

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in my heart and not looking at this opponent, Duan Lang joined other battle groups.

The Thirteen Death-Saving Swords took the death, and in a short while, all the people from Wushuang City brought by Shi Wuzun were caught in one go!

"The owner of the manor ordered that the heads of the invaders be cut off," Duan Lang, who had his sword put into the sheath, told the others in Xiejiazhuang indifferently: "Build a Jingguan by the shore of Yicui Lake!"

"yes!"

Wushuang City, Dugu Yifang didn't know that the people he sent to Xiejiazhuang had been killed by Duan Lang, and they were built into Jingguan. He was now with the others, looking at the two people at the head of Wushuang City in a calm manner.

"Is Xie Feihong?" The Sword Saint finally opened his eyes after Xie Feihong landed opposite him, looked at him for a moment, and said, "You are younger than I thought."

"Is this a compliment?" Xie Feihong said expressionlessly.

"That's right," said the Sword Saint lightly: "At your age, it's really not easy to have that amazing sword technique. I remember when the First Evil Emperor was young, he was probably three points inferior to you in sword technique."

Xie Feihong said coldly: "I am grateful for the praise."

"But you are young, you are also energetic," the sword saint changed his mind and said, "If you wait for another ten or twenty years to challenge me, you may have a chance to survive under my sword. Now, you are so immature."

Xie Feihong looked at the Sword Saint deeply and chuckled: "You are very confident."

"Of course," said the Sword Saint proudly: "Because I am the Sword Saint!"

The word "Sword Saint" was spoken from Dugu Jian's mouth, and an unparalleled sword intent soared into the sky, giving everyone present a pressure like a mountain! It made everyone feel as if there was a peerless sword pointing to their foreheads!

What a sword saint!

However, this unparalleled sword intent can make others afraid, but it is not easy to use for Xie Feihong!

Perhaps he, the sword saint, was indeed killed with his proud record. Every stroke consisted of countless corpses! Each word is covered with the corpses of countless top swordsmen!

But what Xie Feihong wants to peek at is the truly supreme peak! A mere world of storms is just a drop in the ocean in his eyes. He said that you, Sword Saint, is not the top figure in the world of storms, or that you are already dominating the world and swords are all directions! Xie Feihong will sooner or later be able to cut it!

Therefore, facing the pressure of the sword saint as vast as a mountain, Xie Feihong did not say much about the long sword in his hand, and the sword light that was shocked appeared directly in front of everyone.

Immediately afterwards, everyone seemed to have not understood what was going on, and saw that the Sword Saint had left where he had just been, staring at the person in front of him with a serious face!

And because of the gentle breeze, the strand of the sword saint fell from the head of the sword saint and scattered on the crane hair between Xie Feihong and the sword saint!

Xie Feihong, who held his sword and stood up, as if he hadn't done anything just now, glanced at the crane hair falling all over the place, and said lightly to the sword saint with his gaze like a treacherous man: "Sorry, I haven't heard what you were saying just now, can you say it again?"
Chapter completed!